Fifteen days of marriage leave passed in such a hurry.

On the way back to W City with their luggage, Xing Yi received a call from Ren Bureau, saying that it was because of Xing Yi's great help in the major criminal case in S City, so the superiors specially asked Xing Yi to organize a criminal psychology training course and teach his professional knowledge and experience in solving cases to senior police officers of the criminal investigation departments of various provinces, cities, counties and regions.

Although the Ren Bureau asked Xing Yi to be in place immediately on the phone, Xing resolutely chose to send his little daughter-in-law home before going to work.

The villa area was particularly quiet tonight, and the sky outside was sinking and grayish-blue.

"Hey."

Qiao Qianwen picked up the phone and turned over on her wide bed.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing Xing Yi's deep voice on the other side, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.

"Didn't do anything"

"Did you miss me?" He laughed playfully.

"Hmm," she deliberately slowed down, "sort of." ”

"Just a little?" He lowered his voice, his magnetic voice quite sultry, "I miss you very, very, very much. I want to come back to you right now."

"Ahem."

She coughed and her face flushed.

"What's wrong?" His worried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's okay, it's just that my throat is suddenly a little uncomfortable." She busily dispelled the blushing images in her head.

"There's something going on here, do you hear it?"

"Hmm."

Qiao Qianwen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the phone that hung up on the screen, and lay back on the bed.

How could you not want to? It's only been a few days, and the thoughts in my heart are about to overflow. She doesn't think she's such a dependent woman, but she's never missed someone like this.

She lay on her back on the bed, the tip of her nose lingering with her breath of herself and his.

The light above her head was warm, and Qiao Qianwen gradually felt a little tired, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her brain had begun to become chaotic.

In the midst of the chaos, a mobile phone rang suddenly in her ears, completely driving away her sleepiness.

"Huh?" Qiao Qianwen picked up the phone in a daze and pressed the answer button.

I thought it was Xing Yi again, but on the other end of the phone was Song Qingchen, who had disappeared for a long time.

She and Song Qingchen belong to the kind of "plastic" friendship that usually doesn't call, but is not embarrassed to meet, and tries their best to help in an emergency.

So as long as Song Qingchen called, she knew that something was wrong.

"Are you free now, I have something to do." He got straight to the point.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Qianwen rubbed her hair and sat up, looking at the night sky outside the window.

At this point, can he do anything?

"Gunshot wounds, help me deal with them."

"Now?" For the problem of bandaging gunshot wounds, Qiao Qianwen is no longer surprised, from the time she stepped on the road of forensics, Song Qingchen's bandages after being injured were all wrapped around her.

Especially for gunshot wounds, you can only deal with them yourself, because for people who are involved in the underworld, sending them to the hospital is no different from sending them to the police station, and they are clearly looking for death.

"The car is downstairs at your house."

After Song Qingchen finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Even though they're friends, he really doesn't even say kind words?

I don't know if his gunshot wound was serious, but listening to the tone of his speech, it didn't seem to be life-threatening.

Qiao Qianwen quickly put on a white T and jeans, and quickly went downstairs with a ponytail.

A black sedan was already parked outside the door.

There was a man standing by the car door, this person she knew, it was Song Qingchen's henchman Zhang Lin.

"Miss Qiao, the matter is urgent, let's go quickly."

As soon as Zhang Lin saw her, it was like seeing a living bodhisattva.

Qiao Qianwen stepped into the car in a few steps.

"Driver, drive." Zhang Lin greeted.

Dead.

The atmosphere of the Song Family Mansion is a bit secretive.

Qiao Qianwen felt a little wrong as soon as she got out of the car.

The smell of blood permeated the entire estate.

"What about others?" Song Qingchen can't really be dying, right?

Qiao Qianwen looked at Zhang Lin as she walked inside.

"The boss is on the second floor, please here."

Zhang Lin led her to the second floor of the mansion.

In the corridor alone, she could vaguely hear the man's painful gasps.

"Is Song Qingchen okay?" She frowned slightly.

"The boss is fine," Zhang Lin said and paused.

"Are you alright?"

As he was talking, Zhang Lin pushed open the door of a guest room, and Qiao Qianwen followed him into the room, and really saw Song Qingchen standing there intact.

I thought that Song Qingchen's kid was injured heavily, and his feelings were to deceive her.

"You're here."

"Aren't you unharmed?"

She immediately noticed several angry men gathered in the center of the room, and a figure lying on the large bed in the center.

"My friend in business, I'm a little hurt." Song Qingchen explained in a cool voice.

The so-called business friend, she naturally knows it.

"This time alone, not as an example."

Qiao Qianwen walked to the bedside. The face of the figure on the bed became clear, this was a man with a majestic figure, his face was covered by blood, and his original face could not be seen, but his facial features were very three-dimensional.

The man was lying on his back on the bed, his brows furrowed, his lips were pale and chapped, there was a bloody hole in his chest that had been pierced by bullets, his black shirt was darkened by blood, and only the slightly undulating chest proved that the man was still alive.

"How's his injury?" Song Qingchen's cold voice was a little anxious.

"The bullet was close to the heart and had to be operated on immediately."

"Zhang Lin." Song Qingchen nodded slightly and instructed Zhang Lin, "Carry Mr. Qin to the infirmary." ”

"No, I'm going to operate right here. You all go out. ”

"Here?" Zhang Lin looked at Qiao Qianwen hesitantly, and then looked at his own boss.

The sinister trio standing by the bed also cast strange glances at her.

"Then here, Zhang Lin, bring Miss Qiao's scalpel, and you all go out with me." Song Qingchen agreed without saying a word, he naturally believed in Qiao Qian's ability.

But the three people next to the bed did not move, they did not believe the woman in front of them who seemed to be vain.

"This Miss Qiao is a very good friend of our Boss Song, and she is a well-known healer from far and near." Zhang Lin looked at the three of them and signaled that they were relieved. Although he deliberately concealed the fact that Qiao Qianwen was a forensic doctor.

"We believe in Boss Song."

The three of them nodded and looked at each other, and the tall man in front of her suddenly bowed sharply to her.

"Heal well, our husband will ask you!"

“”

Qiao Qianwen looked back slightly and took a step back. This is the tone of the request, and it is simply a threat, right?

After the "threat" was completed, the three of them walked out of the room in turn.

Zhang Lin brought all the medical equipment, and then closed the door and left.

In the empty room, only Qiao Qianwen and the half-dead man on the bed remained.

To be honest, Qiao Qianwen didn't really want to save the man on the bed, she knew that most of Song Qingchen's friends were underworld figures, and the lives on their hands were too many to count.

She's a cop and he's a criminal.

Since ancient times, only cats eat mice, how can cats save mice?

Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and there are friends of Song Qingchen, so he still has to save him in terms of morality.

Qiao Qianwen cleaned her hands and put on her gloves in order, put on a white bib, hung the mask on her ears, and reached out to pick up a scalpel in the iron plate.

The anesthetic was slowly drawn into the needle, and she glanced down at the man, not thinking about meeting his slightly open eyes.

The man had a very special pair of dark blue eyes like an eagle.

"Are you awake?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and her hands kept moving.

"Who are you?"

The man's eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked at the woman with hostility in his eyes.

"Doctor."

"Doctor?"

Qiao Qianwen didn't know that she looked like a butcher in the eyes of men when she was fully dressed.

"Song Qingchen invited the doctor to save you."

She leaned down and rolled up the sleeve of his coat to his big arm, and the man had a black panther tattooed on his strong arm.

The needle slowly approached the tattooed panther's eye, but the man suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop the movement she was about to make.

"You know it's a gunshot wound." The man looked at her coldly, especially the dark blue in his eyes, which made people feel chills.

Our country will get gunshot wounds, except for the police, who are gangsters.

"Yes, I also know that you are not an ordinary person." Qiao Qianwen looked at him very calmly.

"You're not afraid?" His eyes narrowed half-squeezed, and his tone was skeptical.

"Relax," the man's grip on her wrist tightened, and she frowned slightly.

"If you insist on dying, I won't stop you."

She looked at him coldly as she threw the needle into the iron plate.

"Die, he can't die yet.

The man looked straight at her, and finally let go of the compromise and lay down.

"Don't use anesthesia." He lowered his voice.

"Don't use anesthesia?" Qiao Qianwen frowned slightly, and picked up the needle from the iron plate again, "Sir, you have to know that this is an operation, not as simple as an injection." ”

"I said don't use it, don't you understand!"

The man suddenly became angry and grabbed her wrist and grabbed her slender neck. The man's hands were bruised, and it seemed that a little force could break her neck.

Is there something wrong with this man's brain?

"Ahem" Qiao Qianwen breathed with difficulty, and the man's strength made her have no room to resist at all.

"Song Qingchen Song" Her voice was pinched lightly, and her voice couldn't be heard outside the door at all.

The man didn't mean to let her go at all, Qiao Qianwen gasped, and the mask on her face slowly fell off.

Looking at her face, the man was suddenly stunned.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Just before she suffocated, he let go.

Qiao Qianwen immediately leaned on the bedpost and coughed violently.

Do you have to take your own life to help Song Qingchen save people? She doesn't do this kind of loss-making business, it's better for her to let this man die!

"Cause"

The man looked at her incredulously, his dark blue eyes turning blue.

Cause, cause?

Qiao Qianwen leaned over and fell into his arms.

The tip of the nose was filled with a thick smell of blood.

The man hugged her tightly, and Qiao Qianwen clearly felt an extremely sad emotion coming from the man.

"I'm sorry, I won't let you leave me again"

The man's words calmed down as he fell heavily to the bed.

"Whew"

Qiao Qianwen looked at the man who was sleeping on the bed, and threw away the anesthetic needle and breathed a sigh of relief.

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